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- n. The state of being putrid.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. The quality of being putrid; putrefaction; rottenness.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. The state of being putrid; corruption; fetid rottenness.
- n. Putrid matter.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. the state of being putrid
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The first, a worm bred in putridity; alluding to man's corruption.
(Isa 5: 12; 24: 8), give place to the corruption and the stillness of the grave (Eze 32: 27). worm -- that is bred in putridity. worms -- properly those from which the crimson dye is obtained.
But even "Nana" -- a novel in which he sets himself to delineate the life of the Parisian prostitute -- was miles removed from the ordinary pornographic putridity which is served up by some revelers in the roses and raptures of vice.
The Democratic Party is, to be sure, a trembling mass of political impotence, wholly unequipped to respond with the force of reason to the barrage of putridity with which they have been confronted of late.
"We are here today to fight against the miasma and putridity of the forces of retrogression that have led us to the precipice of political disaster," the MC said in a rapid-fire extemporaneous speech.
But the déjà vu has little to do with the Bucs\ 'descent into pre-Dungy putridity and much more to do with the TV show Lost.
But the déjà vu has little to do with the Bucs 'descent into pre-Dungy putridity and much more to do with the TV show Lost.
A nauseating wave of putridity rushed through the hole, invading the enclosed space, a profane stench of such profundity that Malachi recoiled with a strangled gasp, retreating to the farthest corner, where he doubled over, clutching his stomach.
He is then assailed by "an ancient smell of putridity which set the skin of my nose humming and dancing."
The "ancient smell of putridity" that emanates from this half-comic, half-terrifying embodiment of Ireland is not unrelated to the stink of "history's ancient faeces" that, according to the narrator of Samuel Beckett's First Love (written five years after The Poor Mouth, in 1946), largely constitutes "the charm of our country."